Can't breath

• Marc Velocci, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

I can hear my heart beating...
so cold I can't feel myself,
so cold my lips are purple.
I can't withstand the chill of winter.
Every time cold comes around,
I will try to hold my ground.
The cold of winter is so white,
yet so black.
Every time cold comes around,
I fall to my knees.
I can barely see,
can barely breath.
Now that winter has come around,
I shall rest beneath the ground.
I can't hear the beating anymore.
I can't breath.